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Here,
She threw different colours at canvas along with aggressive strokes from brush on her canvas. Her pallet, hands and cloths were mess.
There,
Before finalising the correct words and transforming them, trash ate his poetry for 46 times. . . . . . . She named her masterpiece 'Broken', he titled his poem 'Why we can never be together' . . . . . . Truth was really hard to digest for both of them.
